After the sticky full moon, Shen Su and his wife held a full moon wine in Yunqingfeng, and the ghost king and Ning Ying gave a lot of gifts, and only after eating and drinking enough did they come down from Yunqingfeng.

The ghost king looked at the sky and looked at Ning Ying on the side, and felt a little bitter in his heart: Look at the emperor and the little highness, not only are they married, but now they have even given birth to children. Look at yourself again, after so many years, you are still in the same place???

...... Wait, did he forget something?

I remember, Ning Ying kissed him last time, although he didn't show his heart clearly, but it was the same thing to be ambiguous. However, he was busy with Su Elegy's marriage at that time, so he pushed this matter back, and then he actually forgot about it, looking at what kind of brain he has......

"Ahem" Qing Xuan coughed twice in order to attract Ning Ying's attention. After all, the ghost king got his wish, Ning Ying looked at him inquiringly, and asked, "Your Majesty, is your neck uncomfortable?"

Qing Miao gave herself a lot of energy, and tried her best to show a natural expression, "like jade"

Ning Ying was a little uneasy in her heart, it stands to reason that she ...... When the king called him Ruyu, he was usually angry, but he didn't seem to provoke him?!!

"Ah...... what's wrong? Your Majesty," Ning Ying asked with some trepidation.

Qing Ying naturally put on an evil look that could fascinate thousands of girls, but when it came to Ning Ying's eyes, he became a desire to cover up, and he was scared more and more, "Wang...... Why do you laugh like that, Your Majesty?"

Qing Miao thought it worked, smiled more and more brightly, "charming", and held his shoulder, "Ah Ying, I'll take you somewhere"

"Ah...... aren't you going......" Ning Ying became more and more suspicious when she saw him like this.

Qingxuan's face sank, "Are you going?"

Ning Ying's legs suddenly weakened, and she wanted to cry without tears, did she dare not go in this case?

"Go to ......"

The endless ocean is as blue as the sky, and the occasional waves on the surface of the sea are like white clouds floating in the sky, reflecting each other like a mirror.

The verdant shore was densely covered with dark stones, which failed to let the green succeed, and were stacked together proudly, and the figures of one blue and one purple flowed unhurriedly on the rocks.

Qing Xuan sat on a rock, the blue waves rolling in front of him, the sea breeze blowing with a faint salty smell, and the ink hair flying.

Ning Ying also sat beside him, learning Qingxuan's unfathomable style, looking in the direction he was looking, but he really couldn't see anything special.

The two of them looked at a small bay, where the waves had been crashing over the years, digging a small hole in the rock and jutting into the land. At this time, a wave surged again, and without hesitation, he entered the hole, and was pushed out again in an instant, and the surging water vapor reflected several rainbows under the refraction of the sun, which was very beautiful.

Seeing this situation, Ning Ying couldn't help but clap her hands and stand up, and resolutely lost the pretense of being unfathomable, "Oh...... It's so beautiful."

Qing Xuan looked at him with a smile and stood behind him, his eyes full of tenderness.

Like you is not a three-minute heat, it is a deliberate consideration after a long time.

He said: "Ah Ying, there are so many beautiful things in the world, I want to hold them in front of you and give them to you, think about it, the most beautiful thing in this world for you should be me, give me to you, can you be happy?"

As soon as these words came out, Ning Ying's jubilant movements stopped, and when he finished speaking, he still maintained his original movements.

Qing Xuan was suspicious in his heart, and his face was worried: This reaction was not the same as he imagined? Could it be that he would have been wrong before? Impossible?!

Qing Miao was thinking about saying something to remedy it, but when he saw Ning Ying slowly turn around, his face was flushed, especially the red clouds hanging on his cheeks were the most vivid, he stumbled and said, "Self-...... Nature...... Be...... Hurrah."

The word "joy" has not yet seen the light of day, and the ghost who was nervous and carried away by joy did not move forward, but took a step back, stepped into the air, and was caught off guard and planted in the blue water.

Qing Miao panicked, and jumped down without thinking about it, and the jump was timely, the landlubber grabbed Ning Ying's clothes, pulled him up, and brought him into his arms.

The color word is the first knife, and the ghost king doesn't look at what level he is, and the person in front of him is soaked in the water is a rare weak beauty in ordinary times, and the two red lips are pursed together, so that people can't see enough of it. Qing Xuan, a ghost who has spent many years on spring dreams and has no actual combat experience, naturally didn't hold it, stretched out his big hand, buckled Ning Ying's head, and pressed his lip flap tightly.

The good times didn't last long, and Qing Xuan pried open Ning Ying's lips and teeth, and when she was about to take a step deeper, she woke up to her situation and began to flutter in the water. Ning Yingwang curled his lips and smiled, hooked the unplanned fluttering ghost king, and brought him out of the water, and after a toss, the two ghosts came ashore and lay on the sea rock that was warmed by the sun.

Ning Ying was beside him, soaked in the seawater, this head finally calmed down, pillowed his head with his hands, tilted his head to look at him, "Your Majesty, you have to talk about it."

Hearing the voice of the beauty, Qing Miao said that no matter how much she wanted to stop the mortuary, she had to come back to life, narrowed half of her peach blossom eyes, and also looked at Ning Ying, "A gentleman is hard to chase after a horse", and as he spoke, he turned his body over, pressed on Ning Ying, and continued the unfinished business.

Later, Qing Miao and Ning Ying also had a prosperous wedding, blatantly announcing to the whole world that there was only one person Qing Miao loved.

However, he did not regard Yun Qingfeng as Ning Ying's maiden family as agreed at the beginning, but at the beginning, Qing Xuan watched how difficult it was for Shen Qinghan to marry Su Elegy, thinking that he would naturally be happy when he got married, who knows what method those "ghost-minded" people would come up with to toss him?

Even if Shen Su and his wife were reluctant, they had to agree, otherwise what could they do? Will they snatch people over? Under the strict protection of the ghost king who has a small belly and chicken intestines and stares at his "daughter-in-law" every day, this thing is not so easy to do.

I thought that Qing Miao had only one purpose when he became the ghost king, which was to protect the peace of the people in front of him, but now, he is even more sorry. During the day, he looks like a ghost king who is still upright, but at night it is different, a well-dressed beast who is alive...... Oh, I'm sorry, take off the clothes, the ghost king has no clothes to speak of as soon as his feet are in bed at night.

If you want to come to the world, some feelings must be able to endure hardships, be patient, and keep your original intentions in order to get what you want.

Phases are born from the heart, and life is made by oneself. Qing Miao was born with a good heart, and God also gave him a good skin, so that he could better hook the hearts of the beautiful people, but the gears of fate turned irregularly, if they had never given up on each other, there would be no good story of God-given good fate.

In the end, I hope that there are lovers in the world who will eventually become dependents, don't waste their years, and don't get drunk and say goodbye.

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